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Jill Talbot

Jill Talbot is the author of The Way We Weren’t: A Memoir (Soft Skull, 2015) and Loaded: Women and Addiction (Seal Press, 2007), a collection of personal essays. She is the editor of Metawritings: Toward a Theory of Nonfiction (Iowa, 2012) and the forthcoming The Essay Form(s) (Columbia UP, 2023). Her essays have appeared in AGNI, Brevity, Gulf Coast, Hotel Amerika, LitMag, Southwest Review, The Rumpus, and The Paris Review Daily, among others. A Distant Town: Stories, the winner of the 2021 Jeanne C. Leiby Chapbook, is forthcoming from The Florida Review.
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    Glitter and Tattoos and Campiness: An Interview with Gabe Montesanti

    There was a lot of screaming, and it was very visceral and slippery. If I had to describe my childhood in one scene, it would be that one.

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    The Believers

    Out here, no one knows who we are.

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    On Lingerings

    The U-Haul’s gone now. It made me sad earlier to look up and find its door locked. Maybe because I know how much ends when everything’s loaded.

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    The Rumpus Interview with Joshua Mohr

    Joshua Mohr discusses his memoir Sirens, writing for his daughter, and why he values art that trusts its audience.

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    Single Mother

    I am not weak; in fact, no single parent has the cabinet space for weakness, or much cabinet space at all, for that matter.

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    Third Drink Decisions

    In the years before he showed up in Lubbock, he wandered the streets of downtown Dallas near Fair Park.

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    Running Away from Running Away

    The Traveler’s Inn is a motor lodge on Reserve Street in Missoula, Montana, and the tired lady behind the desk is asking me how long I plan to stay. I tell her a week, maybe more, ask if there’s a…

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    What I Learned In Homemaking

    I sped up, my head down, my attention pressed toward the sidewalk. The boys stayed turned from me, hushed, and I thought for a moment that they had tired of me, that I could finally get by.

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